NINE
Jean wasn't sure how he made it to Seattle. The haze of pain that clouded his every step barely let him think, let alone notice his surroundings. Who knew a broken heart could hurt so much?
He'd tried calling Dairine, but the number had been disconnected. He'd considered calling her family to get her new number, but he knew they were very protective of their only daughter. Not only would he be wasting his time, but he'd probably get a lecture from her parents or one of her brothers about how unhappy he'd made her.
The one thing that saved him was a call from his research supervisor. Louis had received the thesis draft he'd sent from Christchurch, and he wanted to meet to discuss it.
Jean grasped at the only thing he had left – his half completed PhD, that Dairine had hated and f
